In mid-March, the spring in Rongcheng is already strong, and happy events are coming one after another.

Zhao Weiming and Yang Zixi announced their engagement. Although the Zhao family has always emphasized that the engagement banquet is very low-key, the news is well known to everyone.

In addition, Zhao Weiming also took the opportunity to announce the acquisition of a listed company, making the happy event even more happy.

As night fell, the Fugui Hall on the eighth floor of the Triumph Hotel was lively. According to Mr. Zhao's wishes, the engagement banquet was not held in large quantities, and only seven or eight guests were invited, but everyone came with prominent figures.

Mr. Zhao and Mrs. Zhao sat on the table. This was the first time that Yang Zixi saw them himself today.

Mr. Zhao is like Zhao Weiming, a medium-sized person and thin, but he has his own majesty between his eyebrows and looks at people without anger. He is a person who has been in the officialdom for decades and then sat in the high position, giving people a feeling of being arrogant.

At least that's what Yang Zixi felt, so she was a little nervous.

"My parents, she is Zixi." Zhao Weiming introduced Yang Zixi to his parents.

Yang Zixi was wearing a generous and decent dress today, and a peach-pink haute couture floor-length dress made her look generous and noble.

"Hello, uncle and aunt." She respectfully saluted the two old men.

Mr. Zhao glanced at her sideways and nodded slightly, as if he was agreeing, but there was no smile on his face. He turned his eyes to Yang Zixi's parents opposite the table.

Yang Zixi swallowed her saliva and clenched her fists in embarrassment.

Mrs. Zhao's face looked a little better, but she didn't say much, so she just handed her a red envelope.

Yang Zixi's parents across the table were also nervous. They learned that their future in-laws would be a big official, and they were both proud and at a loss.

Now in such a high-end hotel, surrounded by well-dressed and upper-class people, they are even more cramped.

Zhao Weiming also saw that his parents were not careful and enthusiastic about Yang Zixi and her family, and hurriedly said to them with a smile: "I will take Zixi to meet relatives and friends, and you elders will sit and chat for a while."

After saying that, he turned to Yang Zixi's parents and said, "I'm not polite to you when I'm here in Rongcheng for the first time. Just tell us if you have any needs."

His polite and considerate words made up for some of Mr. Zhao's indifference.

Yang Zixi's parents immediately nodded and smiled gratefully at him. Although they were wearing high-end clothes that Yang Zixi had prepared for them in advance today, their every move still revealed the honest and honest man's honest and honest man's honesty.

Yang Zixi's hometown is a backward small city. Her father is a workshop worker and was laid off when she was in college. Her mother is a tailor who helps people sew and repair their family benefits.

It was such a family who saved money to help her learn to dance and sent her to college.

After going to college, Yang Zixi knew very well what she wanted. She wanted to stay in a big city or even go abroad. She was unwilling to return to a small city to live a dull and monotonous life.

She did do it, and she gained fame through her own efforts and got a prominent boyfriend. Everything was beautiful.

But her hometown, thousands of miles away, and her humble parents seemed to be increasingly out of place with her.

However, an ugly daughter-in-law always has to meet her parents-in-law. Now that the engagement banquet is held, Zhao Weiming is very nice to her. Even if the two elders of the Zhao family are dissatisfied with her, it will be useless.

Thinking of this, Yang Zixi raised her head and chest again. Before leaving, she looked at her nervous and unconscious parents and gave them a look of peace of mind.

As the banquet began, Zhao Weiming and Yang Zixi met many of his relatives and friends.

The atmosphere at the main table was a bit cold and cold. Yang's father and mother Yang were timid and timid. Mr. Zhao's eyes made them restless, let alone take the initiative to talk to each other. The two elders of the Zhao family felt that they were petty and could not be on the table.

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Looking down from Ye Weiyang's top floor, you can see the dim lights and traffic flowing on the street. It seems that every night is no different, it's just that some people are happy and some are sad.

"It's rare that you ask me to come to a place like this." Luo Yifu entered the top VIP private room upstairs, looked around for a week's luxurious environment before saying to Li Junsheng standing by the window.

"Do you want to ask you to go to Yipinxuan for a drink?" Li Junsheng said as he looked out the window, without looking back.

There was a bottle of wine and a goblet on the marble windowsill in front of him.

Luo Yifu looked at him, frowned, took a cup from the low table and walked towards him.

He picked up the bottle and poured a glass of wine, looked at him and said, "I know you are using wine to relieve your sorrows, but I'm not sure which one is the one that upsets you."

The woman who was still obsessed with her husband was engaged to another man, and her family wife wanted to divorce him again. Which of these two things is what he cared about?

"I don't understand." Li Junsheng raised his head and sighed, "I told her everything, and I also reminded her that Zhao Weiming and I are incompatible. Why do she still want to get engaged to him?"

When he said his last sentence, he was about to lose his temper.

Luo Yifu looked at him with an upset face and shook his head.

Are you really a bystander?

"Because you don't matter at all to her, why should she care about your words?" he asked back.

"You and her have long changed. She chose Zhao Weiming and your mortal enemy, which means she no longer loves you. What are you worried about here?"

"But Zhao Weiming is not a good person. I will make him pay the price soon. Everything she has today will eventually become a waste." Li Junsheng's face was gloomy.

"So in the final analysis, you are worried about her!" Luo Yifu sneered, feeling that he is a little stupid now.

Li Junsheng frowned and looked out the window, but his eyes could not find a focus.

He picked up the wine glass on the windowsill and drank it all, admitting, "Yes, I'm worried about her."

After saying that, he turned his head to look at Luo Yifu who was rolling his eyes to the sky and said, "I know you are laughing at me."

Luo Yifu pursed his thin lips tightly, but did not deny it.

"If the woman you once loved is now stepping into the quagmire, will you be indifferent?" Li Junsheng asked.

"You know what kind of person Zhao Weiming is and what kind of fate will he end up with."

Luo Yifu lowered his eyes, and it was indeed understandable to say so.

"If I were you, I might be worried about her, but I also have a clear conscience and have reminded her, right? This is her own choice. I will not interfere in her affairs again, because she doesn't take what I say seriously, right?"

Why should you be anxious about a woman who doesn’t care about you at all?

Li Junsheng lowered his head and said nothing.
Chapter completed!